Hogtieing Ross

 North of Home—June, 2021

I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home.  I was headed up for the third time at the top of June.  I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different.  Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature.  I packed accordingly…

I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots.  Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in.  He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity.   I point to the floor between my legs.  He kneels between my scuffed boots.

“Start with my balls.”

He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered.  He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery.  Now I take my cock out.  I slap his cheek with the head.  It makes a hollow sound.  I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone.  Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me.  I let him get me good and wet at his own speed.  But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face.  It feels great—and I can go deep.  But I want to go deeper yet.

“Sit on the bed.”

I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him.  He presents his wrists for the same treatment.

“Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” 

He does it—in a smooth, graceful move.  He opens his mouth expectantly.   I straddle his head.  I bend and lower my cock his mouth.  And begin to fuck.  Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge.  I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath.  Then five or six.  Pause.  And again.

This time, when I pull out he is panting.  I shove right back in and go the deepest yet.  I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva.  I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face.

He pants.

I grab the hogtie clip.  I fasten his legs to it.  “Take a hit,” I tell him.  The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips.  I press down drawing his extremities together.  My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck.

He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it.  I throat fuck him one last time.  As deep as I’ve been ever.  Again, I pull up deep throat slime.  This time I smear it on my cock.

I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed.  Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height.  My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit.  We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest.  I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move.  Even if he wanted to.  And he doesn’t.  He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole.

I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him.  Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together.  I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass.

*

We are in the sling.  I have eaten his well fucked ass.  I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands.  I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop.

“You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans.

It’s true.  I am hosing his chute.  It feels like a huge load.  When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth.  He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth.  I swallow frantically.  I am not going to waste a drop.

When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick.

“I have to piss,” he tells me.

We trade places.  He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling.  And he’s good.  Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack.  Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue.  My balls, my perineum, my ass crack.  The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up.  It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again…

*

Ross is back in the sling.  My left hand is deep in his hole.  I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers.  This is an old trick with him…but one he loves.  I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole.  I jerk myself inside him.

I switch hands—and add my cock again.

“Double me.  Please…”

I re-grease.  Both hands.  I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. 

Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him.

I do it again.  Left.  Add the right.  A slight turn.  Hold and get them out.

I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out.

“I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies.

We switch back to the bed.  

I fuck him on all fours.

I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out.

I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth.  He has incredible control.  He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. 

I stop stroking my cock.  His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss.

It’s too much.  I stand up.   My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud.  It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process.

I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot.

I stand frozen and not moving.  I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me.

Finally, I kneel.  I whimper as he pushes out one last time.  His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum.  I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh…

Loading Up Keshawn

 Indianapolis—May, 2021

This was my final play in a very busy May.

Keshawn had made the trip to my playroom three times—once in the old house and twice in the new.  I had loved going south to his birthday party, but I owed him a fuck on his own turf.  I had tried once in the winter to head south and icy roads had sent me home after only a handful of miles.  But now there was no problem to take the sling to him.  So I did…

 

I find his place easily.  He meets me at the door and takes the sling bag, so I go back to the car for the poles.  I go up one flight.  He has cleared a spot in his living room.  I set it up as he works to stream some porn on his mammoth television screen.  It takes me no longer than 10 minutes to get the sling up and the carpet protected.  I strip.  He hits play and does the same. 

We are standing by the couch in his sparsely, but nicely, furnished living room.  He kneels, pulls aside the jock pouch and takes my thickening cock into his mouth.  He gives me wonderful head.  My cock easily extends to its full size and goes down his throat.  He pulls off and looks at it, holding me by the balls.  He spits on the head and takes me down his throat again.  To the root. 

Keshawn tells me to sit on the couch.  I do and spread my legs wide.  He crawls between them—this time hefting my cock out of the way and attacking my balls with that thick, velvety tongue.  I sigh and close my eyes.  He is doing everything I love with my nuts:  one at a time in his mouth; more licking than sucking; caressing them with his tongue—knowing they will soon be giving him a load.  He finally goes back to my dick, leaving my balls sopping wet.

He stands up—presenting me with his extra large dick.  I take the head in my mouth and get maybe halfway down his shaft before I choke.  I try again—and do better.  His cock head is drooling, so I spend more time there, licking up the seed and swallowing.

“I need to eat your ass.”

I get up.  Keshawen turns and kneels on the seat of the couch, his arms on the back of it.  It presents that full butt to me in perfect dining mode.  I dig in.  My tongue burrowing deep.  I spit.  I drill into him.  I spit again.  And again.

I stand up and my cockhead brushes his now tingling hole.  But the angle is terrible—he’s too low for my long legs.  We move around to the other side of the couch, where he can stand and lean on the back.  I now really look at the porn for the first time.  Jake Morgan is getting plowed on a couch by a horde of men. 

I sink into the man in front of me.  Slowly and steadily, until I am balls deep. 

“OOOOh, yeah!”  Keshawn pants out as I slide into him.  He grabs his poppers, does a hit and gives me a nod to start plowing.  I do.   I build fast to a hard driving fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping against his full ass drown out the grunts and groans from the porn.

I look across him at the screen again.  The camera pans from Jake on his back getting plowed to Clay Towers on all fours at the other end of the couch with just as many men waiting to go up him.  I grin.  I have had the pleasure of fucking both bottoms in this video.  I love porn with men I have actually had have sex.  I mention this to Keshawn.  He tells me that Ray Dalton, who is currently up Jake’s smoldering hot ass, has had his (Keshawn’s) ass at the bathhouse here in Indy.  I laugh and redouble my efforts…

*   

We switch to the sling.  I kneel and eat him out again.  God, I love eating a fucked ass.  His always smooth hole is now creamy—from what I have been dripping out of my cock and the ass jizz he is producing.  I lick him out, stand and fuck.  When I pull out, I bring it to his mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds possible as he slobbers over it, getting every drop off of me.

I go back to his ass and fuck some more.  I take a huge slug of water and keep some of the cool liquid in my mouth.  I kneel and spit some of it on his hole.  I take another swig and do it again—this time forcing some into him with my tongue.  He moans lightly and tells me it feels wonderful.  I hear the poppers open and close.  As the waves hit him, I stand up and fuck him.  Slowly and deliberately. Doing some knees bends to make sure my strokes are hitting his prostate.  Every.  Time.

I get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.   After some soda, he sucks my cock again.  Kneeling and moaning about how wet and good it is now.  I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. 

The guys on screen are beginning to take loads.  Keshawn climbs back into the sling, expectantly. 

“Load me.  Please.”

He strokes his own cock back to full erection.  I glide into him.  I let him popper up before I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Solid smacks of damp bodies against each other.  Now he simply lets his cock flop with the thrusts I am giving him.

My eyes drift to the screen.  There are two back to back huge loads shot.  I can feel my balls tighten.  Keshawn is back to stroking his oversized dick.  Suddenly it goes off.  Jizz is flying all over him, the very white drops looking even hotter on his chocolate colored skin.  His ass is contracting.  There is no way I am not going to shoot, too…and suddenly I am.  I grab the top bars of the sling.  My body feels like it is pumping out more than usual deep inside Keshawn.

I stay inside him.  I want him to lick me clean—but there is no way I could stand it yet, with every nerve ending screaming at me.

I look at the screen.  Jake Morgan, cum covered is standing shakily to his feet.  I take it as my sign to move and let Keshawn clean me up.  He does.  I mop up some of his jizz and cover my cock with it.  He licks that up, too.  I lean back and my finger can find his dripping hole.  I get some of that on my fingers, too, and feed him…

Later I found that the film was SkynMan’s ‘Double Decadence Gangbang,’ directed by Nick Moretti who I think excels at filming group play.

If you need to see pictures of Keshawn, hit the label of his name below.

Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Press

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Ball Press

My pal Jake loves me to work his balls.  Hard.  When he first suggested it, he had to be my instructor; how to squeeze the ball sack until it was shiny, pulling it away from his body and then to slap my fingertips or the palm of my hand into them.  He liked no warm up.  And the harder the better.

The last two times we have played he brought a new (to me) toy of his—the ball press. 

It is made of two pieces of plexiglass, hinged.  The back piece has a hole big enough to act as a cock ring—both dick and balls come through it.  The front piece has a hole just big enough for a soft cock.  There are two long threaded bolts at the bottom for the top to slowly tighten down with wing nuts.

Jake agreed to model.

He relaxed in the sling.  I did a couple of trial squeezes, compressing the two plates together, lightly and releasing.  I was rewarded with a moan that told me I was on the right track.  I did some more hole play with him and then came back to the press.  I held the two plates together just enough to get both wing nuts threaded.  And then it was a slow, inexorable turning of the nuts to tighten it down.  I swear I all but flattened his nuts—one side a little less than the other at his instruction.

We left it in its tightest position for a bit and did some other ass play for a few moments.  Then I unscrewed fairly fast—enamored of how his fat balls could take such rough treatment.

Reuniting with Derrick and Jacob

 West Michigan—May, 2021

It was a long time coming.   I was finally seeing Derrick and Jacob again.  Our last meet was in January of 2020.  And here it was May of 2021.  We’d had a play session scheduled for late March in 2020—but like so many things, we cancelled it as we all locked down for that first time. 

It was great to see them.  I thought they looked well and rested.  We were certainly all hairier.  I know I had cut down on trips to the barber and my goatee was the fullest it had ever been.  We sat for a very long time in the living room playing catch up as we drank strong, aromatic hot tea.  Our pandemics had all been long and tiring, but not hard financially or with health issues related to it.  The three of us felt incredibly blest.  We were all fully vaccinated—something that had taken awhile for them to achieve with Jacob being younger.

Eventually, we stripped down and went into the den.  Jacob chose one the many kinky slide shows they had compiled to play on the huge screen television and off we went…

 

We are all a little hesitant.  Hands are everywhere before mouths this time.  Do we kiss?  Yes.  But we warm up to it, where it is often where we start.  Jacob goes to the floor—servicing my hard dick with his mouth and Derrick with his right hand. One of my hands rests on Jacob’s head and the other is roaming around Derrick’s chest.  Eventually, the pressure of my hand on Jacob’s head moves him over to suck his partner.  I move behind Jacob.  I can’t wait for that first taste of his hairy ass.  I sink in.  My tongue finds his hole.  He groans around his partner’s cock.  I tongue fuck him for a long time, getting my own cock well lubed.

“Hold that thought.”  Jacob gets up quickly and hurries upstairs to double check things.  I lean forward and suck Derrick’s cock instead.  He sighs, then places one of his very large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place.

Finally he lets me up—and pulls me into our first kiss. I let him explore my mouth before I do the same to his.   Then he has me stand so he can get a taste of my cock.   Now it’s my turn to grab his head and fuck his face in long, sensuous strokes.

I pull out of his mouth.  I find the thin bench and place it perpendicular to the couch we are on.  “I want to eat your ass,” I tell him.  He takes the hint and kneels on the bench.  I kneel behind him, spread his legs just a little bit more—and taste my second ass in ten minutes.  Derrick is smooth and only slightly hairy around his pucker.  I love the contrast.  I grease my cock as I tongue him—spitting more and more saliva into the ever opening hole.

I stand up.  I wasn’t planning on fucking before Jacob got back, but I can’t help it.   I need to enter him.  I stand up.  I move easily into him…not fast, not slow.  Just a steady push into place. 

“That is so hot!”  Jacob has returned.  He stands to the side of us, stroking his lengthening cock, the PA in it catching the light.  “You want two dicks in you?”  Without waiting for an answer he moves around and feeds Derrick his cock.  Derrick grunts his pleasure and begins slamming back on my hips.

I fuck him harder and harder—matching the rhythm of his ass.  Finally, I pull out—indicating Jacob to take my place.  “Don’t move,” I tell Derrick.  I get my cock, fresh from his ass, into his mouth before Jacob fucks home.  Again, Derrick is at the mercy of two very hard dicks fucking into him.

Finally Derrick asks for a stretch.  “Take my place,” he urges Jacob. 

They switch.  I get back to eating out Jacob’s hole.  At one point I also tongue the back on his balls.  My mouth continues on down to the base of his cock.  I pull his hard dick toward me.  I am able to crane around and get the dripping dick head into my mouth.  His precum is leaking like crazy around the PA.  I get a good mouthful and take it up to his damp hole.  I lube him with his own juices.  His sigh turns to a deep moan as he really realizes just what I’ve done. 

Derrick uses that moment to slap his hard cock on Jacob’s cheek.  “Open.” 

Jacob takes the proffered dick. 

I stand up.  My drooling cockhead parts the hairy lips of his hole.  I watch myself disappear inside him.  Inch after inch.  Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on opening his hole.  I back up and push forward—adding another two inches.  And again.  A little more goes in.  Jacob goes back to cock sucking…and I sink home.

His arm goes up—telling me to hold—as if I don’t know this about him.  I do it.  For just a few seconds, until I can feel his ass welcome me by relaxing.  He gives my cock a squeeze and I know he’s good for me to fuck.

I do.  Strong strokes.  Almost all the way out.  And all the way in.  I push him forward repeatedly onto Derrick’s hardon.  When I stop, Derrick comes around to fuck his partner.  I stand to the side, knowing Jacob is not as enamored of ATM as Derrick and I are.  Instead, I let Derrick begin his assault on the upturned ass, then I step behind him and enter him again.

“Fuck yourself as you fuck him,” I mumble.  I stand still and let him do it.  He bends just a fraction so I am hitting his prostate each time he bucks back out of Jacob. 

To mix things up, occasionally I take over the movement—fucking Derrick hard enough that he drives his cock deeper into Jacob.  Then I stop and let Derrick fuck Jacob with every stroke and himself on every backstroke…

*

We are down in the incredible well stocked playroom.  Jacob is in the sling.  I have eaten his ass and fucked him again.  I am currently, with my dick still rocking inside him, greasing up my hand. 

I work it in, doing the same wait—just like that first fuck.  Soon I am fisting him easily with my left.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above the sling as my cock joins the hand already inside him.

“Fuck….” he croons.

Derrick, watching from a chair to the side, strokes his cock.

I take out my cock and then my hand.  I re-lube and do it again.  Hand, cock and the full on stroke.

“You should show him,” Jacob says to his partner. 

Derrick stands up.  I slip out of Jacob and move to the side.  Derrick greases his big hands up.  It takes a moment, but his left goes fully into Jacob—Jacob’s ass lips snapping down on the thick wrist. 

I am impressed.  It was because Derrick couldn’t get fully inside Jacob that I, with my medium sized hands, had been invited into the playroom all those years ago. 

Well, at least 17 months of lockdown was good for something—when they could only play together.

Photo Extra: Fucking Jacob

 

I started my new post about seeing Derrick and Jacob again after over a year of Covid.  Life got in the way of my writing time, though, so it’s not finished.  Here is a really good shot of me inside Jacob to tide you over….

Day Two at the Campground: “Use Me Before Breakfast…”

 The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

My host was actually up and at the fire pit as I stumbled in from the woods. I told him a couple of the highlights of my evening, but bed called.  I made it up the steps, stripped and fell asleep in nothing but my grungy Fukdto jock.  I am sure it was with a happy grin on my face.

The next morning…

 

I am up first.  I make a cup of tea and take it outside with my book.  Soon enough he is stirring and asks how I feel about French toast for breakfast.  I tell him it sounds good and go off to piss as my tea went right through me. 

I piss in the showers building near the pool.  As I wend my way back to his trailer, it is obvious the campground is still asleep. 

Except for the groans coming from behind our front door.  I go in.  Sam, the fuck whore of last night is naked but for socks.  He is on his knees, sucking my Host’s large cock.  Sam pulls off the dick and turns to me as I come inside.

“I didn’t get either of you off last night.  Use me before breakfast…”

Sam goes back to sucking my Host as I strip.  The moment I am naked I move behind Sam and eat his hole.  It’s cramped—but worth it.  He groans.  He lets me get him good and wet before he stands up and straddles my Host’s large cock.  He lowers himself down on the rigid man pole.  I am there to lick my friend’s balls as Sam bounces.  Soon I include tonguing my Host’s wet rod as it disappears into Sam.

“I need to drive,” my friend grunts.

Sam gets up and sucks the cock he’d been riding briefly.  I sit down on the chair.  Sam, now standing and bent over, sucks me as my friend drills into Sam’s ass with no mercy.

Neither of us had shot last night.  This was going to be short and sweet.

In moments, my friend explodes into Sam.  He holds a long time to marinate.

When he pulls out, Sam spins to suck his dick clean and I push some stray cum back into his well used hole with my tongue.

My Host sits, exhausted.  I stand up and take his place behind the bent over Sam.  Sam tries to clean the dick in front of him a little more, but it is just too tender.

I begin a slow fuck in the cummy chute.  I don’t do morning sex—but I am today.  I can’t wait to hose him down with my load.  I increase my drilling speed. 

And I’m there.  I shoot.  Big, after the stimulation of the night before.

I hold onto his hips and do the same marinating move as my friend.

Sam pulls off me.  He licks me clean.  I go for licking his ass and he stops me with “I want to take that home for my Hubby’s breakfast.”

How can I argue with that?

 

Later that night—Sam, his partner and I were back up at the sling.  No one.  Seriously, no one came up.  They had had good sex the night before and tonight seemed to be about campfires, dancing and alcohol.  I fucked both of them briefly and they went off to join their friends…and I was fine with an early night sitting around our own campfire.

Deep In the Woods...and Several Asses

 The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…

We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.

By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…

It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”

I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.

We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.

The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 

He leaves.

And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.

The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.

Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.

*

We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 

“Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now.  

Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.

*

I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.

Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.

A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.

The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…

*

It’s late.

There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.

“God damn.  Fuck me!”

He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.

I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 

And the fool spits it out.

The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 

“Yeah, but let me piss first.”

I kneel.  “Where are you going?”

It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”

He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.

“Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.

I swallow.

He takes off. 

I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.

I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…

Wet N Hot

 I have been planning a major trip since the beginning of this year.  As things were looking so much better in the spring, I made the decision to go to Wet N Hot—the world’s biggest piss party—in Palm Springs.  It has always been in July—when historically, I’ve been at my busiest.  They had pushed it back to September to make sure Covid would not be an issue.  I had friends there—friends who had asked me repeatedly to come to PS—where I could stay and go with them to the event.  So this year I finally said ‘yes.’

This morning a letter arrived that with the spike of cases, even in heavily vaccinated Palm Springs, the event was cancelled.  How do you have huge groups of men drink piss or piss fuck socially distanced?  I am not happy—even if I recognize it is likely the right thing to do.  Damn the fuckin’ Delta variant…

On a happier note, I am still going to California.  I have never been to Palm Springs.  I am sure I will be playing—just playing in much smaller groups.  Not a bad thing at all.  I will catch up with men I haven’t seen in three to five years—men who have figured in the blog repeatedly. 

Of course, with it being three weeks away—who knows what will happen in the meantime?  I will cross my proverbial fingers and see…